Another Sunrise

When I was young and living in the place I most loved, each sunrise held the keen anticipation of another day - where would I go, who would be there, what would we do? - each moment of that life precious yet squandered away in the enthusiasm of youth.

Time squandered because what was left was finite, the days remaining accelerating towards that inevitable moment when I would be leaving that phase of my life for the dismal grey of the other place, in which most of my year was spent. So I hurried on to the next thing, always looking forward, not giving....

....the extant moment the time it deserved. So, instead of rushing though to my bedroom to get dressed, why didn't I just sit for a few more moments and watch the sunrise, watch it with an intensity which would burn it into my memory, an event to recall later from five thousand miles away?

So, with time running down towards a different ending, this morning I watched the sun rise out of the sea knowing this will be the last time for many months that we'll see it break that distant horizon. For the next few weeks it will lift out of the trees and then it will move further into the north and we'll not see the moment again until November.

Now, if anyone asks me what I've done today, my answer will be, "I watched the sun rise."